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 Posted: Sat Feb 04, 2012 11:22 am
This ghoul did not seem to understand. She was laughing and approaching him again. Fun? How was this fun? She seemed to speak very little, so he racked his brain on what to do.
Oh, speak simply. Duh. "No," he said with a shake of his head. "Not fun. Not fun."
To anyone passing it probably looked fairly funny, a 7 foot tall mantis all but cowering away from the marrowstripe, claws constantly moving in front of him to try to deter her from getting closer. "Not fun," he repeated.
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Posted: Sat Feb 04, 2012 11:29 am
"Yes, fun." Savior crouched down and then suddenly sprung up, swiftly moving to get a grip on this creature again. He was taller than her by two feet but she was smaller, faster, and she managed to get onto his back though her hold on him was weak. A simple bucking motion would send her off, but then she likely would try to climb on again. People were made to be climbed on and she was going to do it so long as she had legs to move.
Plus it wasn't like he was going to stop her if all he did was complain and back away.
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Posted: Sat Feb 04, 2012 11:47 am
No, the ghoul would not take hints as an answer. She had somehow managed to make it onto his back again, but with a few fancy twists that he had once learned but never thought he would have to use he had forced her off. This time he stood over her, planting his front feet on her arms and lightly tapping one claw against her neck. "Not. Fun." he hissed and clacked at her.
He removed his claws, not really trying to threaten her, and quite honestly he was ready to move from her arms if she began to struggle, but he was trying to make his point clear. Ghouls riding him was not his idea of fun.
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Posted: Sat Feb 04, 2012 5:55 pm
The claws at her throat, where they meant to scare her? Perhaps it was because Savior had such a limited intelligence or perhaps it was because her brain never considered anything other than a fellow Marrowstripe to be a danger. Everything else was pretty much not a threat to her, they couldn't injure her - and Savior lived much of her life thinking that way. It allowed her to interact with anyone and everyone without fear which in retrospect could be both a good and very bad thing for the monster.
Her poor memory also did her no favors, as she would blindly follow anyone into a situation that never ended well. Like fighting hunters or....going into a place no one else was going anyway. Or just downright taunting students that didn't want her anywhere near them, like this poor boil who was just too amusing to her. "Yes fun. Youse fun." She would keep taunting him without meaning to taunt him because this was just a game.
Savior never wanted to stop playing.
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